Chapter 421: The Tree Falls and the Monkeys Scatter: The Lonely Ning Rongrong

Ma Hongjun was left speechless by what Oscar said; indeed, Oscar's worries were all reasonable.

Star Luo would not forget the grudge of Zhu Zhuyun.

Zhu Zhuyun could die at the hands of Zhu Zhuqing, because that was the tradition of their family through the generations, but she could not die at the hands of others, otherwise, it would be a provocation to the Star Luo Empire.

Unless one day, Dai Mubai could win that war of succession and the entire Star Luo Empire was under his command, then it would be possible for them to go and defect to him.

"I will not go to Star Luo," Ning Rongrong raised her head and said. "My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been on good terms with the Heaven Dou Empire for generations. Star Luo views us as a thorn in their side. Now that my father and both grandfathers are dead and the sect has been destroyed, even if I went over, I would inevitably receive no favorable treatment and might even be reduced to a tool for them to breed Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas."

"Furthermore, Star Luo is plagued by internal strife, and their strength is far inferior to what it was back then. In my view, they will sooner or later perish under the sharp blade of the Spirit Hall. Even if I defect to them, can I avenge the three thousand lives of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or avenge my father and grandfathers? Can I restore the sect?"

"Rongrong, you still want to take revenge?" Ma Hongjun said in shock, unable to help but disparage her in his heart. This young lady was being far too overconfident, wasn't she? Did she not know what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect looked like now? In their current state, it would be good enough if the few of them could live safely under the pursuit of the Spirit Hall, let alone taking revenge and restoring the sect? It was simply daydreaming.

"Rongrong, don't live in hatred. Why don't we let go of all our grievances? We can find a place to live in seclusion and never worry about the affairs of the continent again," Oscar said, holding Ning Rongrong's hand to persuade her.

He also believed that for the current Ning Rongrong to want to take revenge on a behemoth like the Spirit Hall was simply an unrealistic idea.

Moreover, regarding the destruction of the Seven Treasure, he did not seem to feel much sadness in his heart.

To put it bluntly, although he had joined the sect, he had actually not lived in the sect for more than a few days; he had learned the sect's rules just after entering and then left.

To him, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was no different from a stranger, so how could he be overly sad? He even felt a trace of relief.

With the sect gone, he naturally did not have to worry about the sect's rules, so could he and Ning Rongrong be together now?

Unfortunately, this time he underestimated Ning Rongrong's determination for revenge.

Three thousand lives, three thousand whole lives of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, including her father, grandfathers, older brother, sister-in-law, nephews, and nieces, and all her family members, had died right before her eyes. Now, whenever she closed her eyes, she saw the scene of her clansmen falling one by one.

How could this hatred be forgotten?

Shaking off Oscar's hand, Ning Rongrong looked at him and Ma Hongjun coldly. "Heh, both of you only think about finding a safe corner and hiding away to linger on in a desperate struggle, right? Fine, then just like those fellows from the affiliated families, all of you get out! Even if I am the only one left, I will have my revenge!"

"Rongrong, I won't leave. You know that I love you. If you really want to take revenge, then I will definitely help you with my life." Although Oscar was afraid, he was also a lovesick fool and a sycophant; at a time like this, he would not abandon his goddess.

"Thank you, Oscar." Ning Rongrong was slightly touched. Oscar's sincerity moved her deeply. If she were not burdened by hatred, she might have been willing to marry him, but not now.

She had to use everything she could to take revenge, which naturally included her own marriage. No matter how much Oscar loved her, he was only a Food-type Soul Master with no combat power.

He could not help her complete her revenge and restore the sect, but she could not openly reject Oscar now, otherwise, if even he left, she would truly be all alone.

"Well, Young Lady, you were the one who told me to get out, so it's not that I'm ungrateful. I'm leaving then, goodbye." Ma Hongjun did not have the same determination as Oscar.

Although Ning Rongrong was a beauty, he had frequented brothels too much over the years and had developed a bit of immunity to beautiful women. Under the influence of his evil fire, he now only had the desire to vent in his heart and no longer had any true feelings; he had even concluded a truth.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, they are all the same when the lights are off.

Therefore, Ning Rongrong's pitiful appearance had no effect on him.

He would not follow Ning Rongrong to foolishly seek revenge on the Spirit Hall; that was suicide.

"Fatty, are you really going to leave?" Oscar looked at Ma Hongjun with reluctance.

They had grown up in the same academy and could be considered childhood brothers.

"Of course. If you are going to die, don't you dare take me with you. My talent is so good that I will definitely become a Title Douluo in the future; I don't want to die young." After saying this, Ma Hongjun left the room without looking back.

"Hmph, Title Douluo? You'd better hope you can live past twenty first, you ungrateful wretch!" Ning Rongrong said angrily. Her father had told her about Ma Hongjun's situation; that evil fire would sooner or later burn him to nothing.

In the past, Ning Fengzhi had been seeking a way to save Ma Hongjun, but unfortunately, he hadn't found one before the Seven Treasure was destroyed.

Her father had been so good to him, yet this guy had walked away when she needed help the most. Ning Rongrong was filled with resentment and only hoped that the evil fire would burn him to death soon, once and for all.

The Spirit Douluo guarding the door saw Ma Hongjun leaving and knew that his Young Master had lost another one.

He couldn't be bothered to stop him; Ma Hongjun was not the first, and he was used to it.

In fact, he really did not feel that Ning Rongrong had any leadership qualities; not a single one of the affiliated family disciples who had escaped with her was willing to continue following her.

It was evident that her personal charisma was simply insufficient, and she could not be compared to the Ning Fengzhi of the past; he feared it would be very difficult to restore the glory of the sect in the future.

However, he was different from the others; he was a death soldier adopted and raised by the previous Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and belonged to the loyalists of the Seven Treasure. No matter who left, he would not leave.

Now, by Ning Rongrong's side, there was only one Spirit Douluo and one Oscar left.

Ma Hongjun walked out of the hotel and muttered, "I can't stay in this Tiandou City. I think I'd better go back to Suotuo City. The cost of living there is always lower than here. With the pocket money Ning Fengzhi usually gave me, plus the savings left by my teacher, it should be enough for me to enjoy myself there."

Having said that, he left Tiandou City directly.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong in the hotel was still fuming. Oscar comforted her, "Forget it, Rongrong, everyone has their own aspirations. The top priority now is to think about where we are going. If you want to take revenge, you can't just be a rootless duckweed forever."

"On the current Douluo Continent, if there is anyone who can contend with the Spirit Hall, it is only..." Ning Rongrong clenched her sleeves and made up her mind. "No matter what the price, I must obtain his help, I must!"

(End of chapter)